[Verse] When the moon is full and the fog is thick, They rise from the grave, with a creaky click, With a jazz-band shuffle and a bone-chilled sway, The zombies are ready for a moonlit soirée. [Verse 2] From their dusty tombs and their dusty beds, They tap their toes and bob their heads, They don't need flesh, just a rhythm to thrive, Down at the graveyard, it's come alive. [Chorus] Oh, it's the moonlit zombie stomp, Where the ghouls and the goblins romp, With a twist, a twirl, and a spooky tromp, Join in the moonlit zombie stomp! [Verse 3] In their decayed suits and ghostly best, They jitterbug and do the undead rest, With a ghostly sax and a haunting beat, They're the liveliest crowd you'll ever meet. [Verse 4] The skeleton's bones rattle and shake, With a jazz-time thrill that they can't forsake, Ghouls in gowns give a ghastly prance, In a ballroom blitz of the undead dance. [Bridge] Oh, don't be scared, don't look away, Join in the fun before the break of day, Let the jazzy rhythm into your bones, Feel the undead groove, let out the moans!
